Like many of the bloggers on WordPress I automatically share my posts on social media sites such as Facebook and Twitter. 98% of the time it’s a smooth process and my posts magically appear in the Twitterverse, but occasionally there’s a glitch requiring a reset. It’s usually a quick fix and the mundane aspects of my life are once again available for folks to like, comment on, or best of all, retweet.
This past week while I was battling diverticulitis I noticed that Twitter wanted me to change my password. Apparently they’d had an issue with an entity gaining access to their passwords. Well, I’m not the most tech savvy person in the world, and I couldn’t quite figure out how to change the password, so I thought I’d log out and log back in. Seemed simple enough.
Except that Twitter wouldn’t allow me to merely sign back in, forcing me to create a new account. And now, I can’t get WordPress to let go of the old Twitter account so that I can share my posts on the new account. I mean I realize there are bigger issues at hand in the world right now, but this is annoying. I must be feeling better if I have the energy to be bugged by this.
If any friends have suggestions I’m game, just remember to type really slowly so I can understand.
Not too long ago I contacted Twitter in regard to what I felt was an overt threat. “We know where to find you, and we are armed,” the tweet read. Twitter decided this was no cause for concern. What say you, friends?
Our cats never, and I mean NEVER, come this close to snuggling. I guess the early morning snow in Tallahassee, or perhaps the “My button is bigger than your button” tweet from trump to Kim Jung Un, has them believing it’s the end of the world as we know it. On the plus side, in either case, I don’t have to make my bed.
And I think we all know trump’s button isn’t bigger than anyone’s.
Really thought I was following Him and not the other way around.
I posted my first piece on July 10, 2014, and voila! It only took me nearly three years to reach the 1,000 follower mark. Oh, and if you add in my follower numbers from Facebook (468), Tumblr (78), and Twitter (237), it’s still fairly dismal, especially considering that many of those are folks who follow me on more than one platform.
So why do I continue? I asked Studly Doright, my husband of forty plus years why he thought I continued writing in spite of my low followership. He said, “I dunno. Because you’re a masochist?”
So there you go! And if you’re a follower, thanks for being here! I love each and every one of you. Yes, even you.
C.J. Box just retweeted my tweet. Feeling pretty special.
Mistake me for a reasonable person. I’m too angry, too burned by the lies you’ve told carelessly.
How could you be so cavalier? The propaganda you’ve turned into incontrovertible
Truths will be the end of us all. This is the way the world will cease, not with a bang, but a
In response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:
Your life without a computer, what does it look like?
I wake in the morning
Check the weather online
Google my teams’ scores
Cruise Amazon for a time
I log into WordPress
Along about seven
Peruse my statistics
I’m in hell or in heaven.
In the shower I ponder
Topics to write
Great ideas flock to me
Then fly, out of sight.
My house is a wreck,
But never you mind
I’m too busy Facebooking
And my Twitter feed’s unkind
Without my computer
And nowhere to post
I might go bonkers, you see
I’m more addicted than most.
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/life-after-blogs/”>Life After Blogs</a>
A couple of days ago I received a notification from the good folks at WordPress informing me that I’d reached the important 1,000 post milestone. Considering that I’ve been blogging for 506 days, that’s not too bad.
The stat I’d love to see reach 1,000 is “number of followers,” but that one breaks down like this:
A great many of those are overlapping, so I’m still way short of the 1,000 I covet.
What’s a girl got to do? Ride a horse naked through the local village? It worked for Lady Godiva. I hear she had tons of followers. I’d better start growing my hair. This pixie cut isn’t going to come close to covering all of my assets.